It can be won only part by partand not with the tools I choose,
not with the one lovingly penned;
the price of each victory gained
are the crumpled ones that lose;
this nib’s been dipped into this heartbut blood’s too thick, no use,
must get some ink and keep it plain -
no dramatics, overdone pain,
forget the wound and bruise;
no attachment to any artlearn to turn them loose
once they’re done wipe heart and brain,
once they’re gone from this domain.
Others say if they win or lose.